License To Kill

Bullet 0.4

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Chapter 0.4

"This is ridiculous! Thomas I can't do this anymore we are just wasting our time!" I cried out in frustration. Currently it is 6 in the evening on 17th July yes 18 hours has passed and we have killed 12 people and no lead at all can you believe it?

Despite all those killings I've learn a lot more about Thomas. Like how his favourite colour is silver, his favourite food is actually home made macaroni and cheese and many more but I also realised how he always runs his hand through his hair when he is frustrated or how his dimples would appear when he laughs and he would slap his knee while he doubles over in laughter. And he reminds me of my first love and last love, Dave...

~Flashback~

"Ready or not here I come!"

Dave shouted his voice echoing throughout the 'battlefield'. Currently we are having a paint-ball all out war and I was hiding in between two styrofoam triangle trying to blend in per say well that didn't really work as I was covered in red paint. I was just 'killed' with a grenade...

"That's not fair Dave I wasn't prepared!"

The fifteen year old me stomped my foot childishly as I lost, again. Dave chuckled amused at my reaction, he seems to find my distress amusing lately. Evil boyfriend. I pouted and crossed my arms stubbornly and turned away from him.

"Aww come on Cece, don't be mad at me I was just trying to haven fun." Dave my sixteen year old boyfriend said. He stood at a height of 5ft 7inch tall, his sandy blonde hair sticking out in every direction and his mesmerizing deep blue eyes twinkling with mischief. All in all he was like your typical American boy except he lack in the muscle department area he was just lean, nonetheless he proved himself to be strong and agile when in combat.

He spread his arms wide open waiting for me to cave.

"Aww Cece you know you want it."

He said while wiggling his eyebrows. I caved he was just to adorable to say mad at. Well I guess no more kisses after what he has done.

"Why you little twat! Come back here Dave I'm gonna kill you for smearing handful of paint on my ass! Stop running!"

I was brought back to reality with Thomas snapping his fingers in front of my face, concern showing on his face.

"Hey are you alright?"

"Yeah, everything is just peachy. Come on we've got a killer to catch."

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"No I'm telling you this is the right place!"

"No it's not. Jesus I've got an A+ in geography and I'm telling you we aren't in the right place!"

"Shush I am more experienced than you when in the field."

Way to end a argument I thought sarcastically. I crossed my arms childishly while whipping my hair to the side hoping it would smack Thomas face. I'm mean but meh.

"Aww come on Cece, don't be mad at me." He finished with an adorable pout.

Now this got me gaping like a fish out of water.

"What did you just call me?"

"Cece. Why don't you like it?"

"N-no it's nothing." Hoping he didn't catch me stutter.. But sadly he did and that wasn't what surprised me it was what he said after.

"Let me guess, your ex?"

"I... you know what Thomas just... just forget it. Hurry up, every minute we waste arguing is every minute lost to Shane Dawson."

His once curious expression turned into a blank mask.

"You're right let's go." 

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I know we were not meant to live forever because that is just totally not humanly possible I mean unless you're a vampire which I guess you aren't? Well whatever you see I always envisioned myself dying peacefully you know like of old age and all those death where you die in your sleep. But well i don't always get what I want...

~Flashback~

"Did your hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"That."

We paused and litsen...

*the nose created when you drag a chair across the floor*

"Ooh that erm we should probably go now like right now Thomas."

"Why you aren't chickening out now are you?"

"What me no psshh why would I? Actually yes I am this is like a scene from a horror movie so I'm just gonna skip out of this damn building."

"Fine."

"Fine!" I huffed, that good for nothing son of a gun. Brining me to old and abandon warehouse trying to find a killer and just letting me go when he knows I am afriad. What a dick.

Before I knew it I was staring at a pair of old worn out sneakers, my vision slowly blurring...

~End of flashback~

I don't know what's worst the fact that I am currently tied to a chair, mouth gagged or the fact that  I can no longer see because I'm currently blinfolded. Yup that good for nothing son of a gun, aka Thomas left me even though I was driscreetly trying to send him a message on not to leave me and I was kidnapped by none other then you guessed it Shane Dawson.

This is going to be hell...

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half-bloods

Techinically this whole boook is dedciated to JumpStreet_ because her book WLAH inspired me so much because it's frigging awesome